Author Topic: Promises, Obligations and Consequences (Read 144372 times)

teddi · « **Reply #84 on:** April 08, 2008, 11:48:43 PM »

Mom and Dad leave me with Christina to get cleaned up.

I look at my sister..."why? ....how could you ever think that I'd be happy over what they gave me? When for real it isn't mine! Damn it sis....that isn't my stuff....it's Joachems. And you know it!....I'm not a thief!

"You don't have a clue how it felt to have him talk to Mom and how I felt when he did. And you don't even begin to understand about, about how much he loved her...his mom...and now mine?....even with all the crap that was going on in his life...or is it mine?

"And I sure as hell never knew how much he adored the eagle. All I could figure out was that the bird was there for a reason...and I still haven't a clue. Christ! this was the first time I'd heard him talk and he so loves to be held in Mom's arms that he falls asleep as she humms a lullabye.

I try to take this stupid nighty off of me but its buttoned in the back....how the hell do girls deal with this stuff?

Christina.... is now my silent sister....doesn't say much except that I need to shower off and that she'd get me a pair of pull ups to wear under my pants..."don't want any accidents...do we?...she tries to break a smile with her not so funny joke...I shake my head and pull the soaked diaper off of me.

As I shower off...I find myself in a running conversation with Joachem or is it really just myself? I envy his love ....I envy his lack of discontent towards what he has had to deal with and I loathe myself ....I think...what a prick I am. I laugh silently at my self deprecating joke. Jealous? Guess so. Guess I'm as shallow as what I accused my parents of being.

Christina returns with a pair of pull ups...pair of light blue shorts and a white colored polo shirt...it has a light blue trim on the ends of the sleeves...great...more of her clothes. She puts them on the bed then states she'd be back...with no bad impersonations attempted.

I know that I promised I wouldn't give her any problems but I thought ....at least....I wouldn't have to wear girls clothes to meet this Melinda!

At least I can dress myself..... I start to cry again ...gonna be toast!

Christina comes back....looks me over and does a quick brush of my hair....I read her...."C'mon...we"ll walk down together." I shake my head no. "Sorry Christine....but if you haven't guessed I'm really torked at ya. You said you'd believe me but instead you trashed me....and you can't deny it either....you were ever so sure that I was making all of this up...that you agreed with 'em...and it wasn't until you saw the stuff that you realized that I just might be telling the truth.....uh uh.....I think I'll walk this one alone.

teddi · « **Reply #85 on:** April 09, 2008, 10:59:51 AM »

I walked downstairs and went straight to the breakfast area....I knew Christine was crying and didn't understand what was going on....shit...neither did I.

Both Mom and Dad were waiting for me.....Mom shook her head and whispered something to Dad....he left Mom and me alone. She looked me up and down....broke a smile....maybe she thought I looked cute...pointed to the plate on the table....ham sandwhich and chips....glass a milk to go with it. I took the que and sat down.

"You don't look too happy and its not only because of the clothes....is it?

"No mam....not only the clothes....but at least I thought I'd be able to meet this "Melinda" in some of my stuff...when she tells her friends...I'm gonna be trashed when I get to school!

"Mom....no...its...its alot more....and I, I'm really confused. Christina always believed me when I told her how bad my dreams were and now...or just a couple of minutes ago she trashed me and said I'd like what you had to give me....Sure so those things are special, but not to me! special? ...oh sure... but they're not mine....not really...are they?

"But, why would she think I 'd be happy....damn it wasn't like me she was talking to...it was like..... I was someone else!

"Hell she said you all sat around and thought what I'd told you guys was so much shit! Please say you didn't say that....did you?

"Be "happy?"...crap!....I feel like so much dog crap! I called her a backstabber ...yesterday...and just a couple of minutes ago....guess I called her the same thing....just didn't use the word to do it.

"And...And....guess .... I'm...uh...he...you sang to him...and....and....he loved you back, I ...I know it!....no....not only the clothes Mom....you loved him back...and...and all I was ...was............" I whisper..."jealous."

Mom walked over and sat beside me...to the left....put one finger to my lips and gently spoke ...."No, first, we didn't say that we didn't believe you or anything else like that....it's how she mistakenly perceived our reactions ...to your words. And as for the your being jealous....remember I told Christina to come out and talk to me and your father....the harshness you heard in my voice was not meant to be mean....it was the urgency to get her out of your room...I felt that you wouldn't .....react to what we had the way she expected.....she does't have a clue as to how you feel and why you aren't as excited as she was to tell you the things she did." Mom smiled for a brief moment then added "the way I said it...to you....I thought you'd want a house to drop on me."

"Chris....remember I said that there was alot more ...that even she didn't know about?" I nod my head..."yes." She continues, "Don't say a word....just look at what I'm going to show you....look....just look...."

Dad returns as she finishes her request to me...holding a pair of my jeans, socks and my favorite "Dead Head" shirt....guess that's what you call irony...I look at him and the clothes he carries and smile....then turn back to mom....she nods her head and understands.

From under the newspaper on the table she pulls out some really old pics...and some brown looking plastic stuff. The edges of each pic seem to be cut in waves....I think they're called scalloped...she seperates the pics from the dark plastic...they're not facing so I can see whats on 'em.....but I do notice that there's writing on the back of each....she hands me a stack of black and white pics....and speaks...."look at these....first."

They're arranged in order....the first is some baby on a blanket....looking at the camera...but the pic isn't good...looks really cloudy and out of focus to the right....I turn the pic over.... I read ....Joachem...11-11-28. Second pic...I know its Joachem....in short pants but again its out of focus with the same cloudy stuff on it....must be the camera....I turn it over...Joachem....1-22-30. I move to the third....Joachem with what looks like his mom and dad....I turn it over...1936...Olympics .... again...I turn the picture face side up....I take in the the carousel he holds out for all to see...but the same white cloud fuzzes up the image....again its just to the right of Joachem. Last pic.....Joachem standing in front of a cage....I start to cry....inside....inside the cage.... is ....an eagle....my trembling lips whisper "Thor"...but again my attention focuses on the cloudy marred section of the photo. I think...whoever took these must've known the camera was fubar....why keep taking pics that aren't gonna be clear?

Mom arranges the pictures face side up in front of me...then hands me the brown plastic...its got little square holes on each side....she whispers...."these are called negatives....they're thirty-five mm negatives of the pictures in front of you....none of the negatives come from the same camera, a different camera for each.....hold them to the light and look."

The first is the baby on the blanket...but beside him...my skin starts to get goose bumps....the image of another child is beside him....I move to the second...Joachem in short pants....beside him....beside him is another...child...looks like a ....a ....girl? Third pic....Olympics....again beside Joachem....same height....same age....stands a girl....looks like...like she has her hand on his shoulder....I toss this down and quickly move to the last.....in front of the eagle cage beside him again stands the image which doesn't show on the pics. While all the other pictures show no motiion....in this...she appears to be wiping tears from his face.

teddi · « **Reply #86 on:** April 09, 2008, 06:57:10 PM »

"Mom...I...I...don't understand...how can this girl show up on the brown plastic jobies and not on the pics?" I keep eyeing the plastic and compare each again to the black and whites.

She puts her hand on my shoulder....whispers...."Chris....there's so much more to it than what your looking at......but I'll answer your question.....and please don't think that now I am making up a story....the girl on the negatives.....is Joachems sister....she died shortly after being born to Freida Bergoneer.....Joachems Mother.

On the very bottom of the trunk was a valise...secured by two tan straps. All of the items which you told us about were in it....and so much more. A letter sat atop all that was packed inside the case.

"Twenty eight and one half pages....describing her life after you ....I'm sorry....Joachem......died in her arms. And of how the valise and eventually how the trunk would be sent off."

I got the creepy crawlies all over! "Wait a sec....there's more....I know it...no way.... UH UH! OH NO!....Christina was talking to me like I was someone else! That I'd be glad to see.....my stuff??" That ...Cristina and Krystal ..." Mom shushed me...gave me a wide eyed look and arched her eyebrows....."How did you...know her name?"

"I didn't...it just came out."

"Freida only speaks of one distinguishing characteristic of her daughter...."Kristal." A little mark which she carried on her right shoulder. The same mark is on your sister....same place...." Mom trails off .....releases a tear....just as Christina walks in....she's wearing the headset....only it doesn't work on me this time...she looks towards me as I say..."thanks".......she fires back..."You can't possibly!"...I nod "yes" and mouth... "I know things that you don't know."

I know she's frustrated to hell but she's made an appointment that she's got to keep...and tells Mom she has to talk to Melinda....in private. She scampers out the door before Mom can talk to her or show her the pics. Mom doesn't try to stop her...guess she's had enough for the time being...

I chow down on the sandwich and gulp down the milk.....without hesitation I strip down to the pull ups and put on what Dad's brought in. I didn't know if it was the right time to do it...but I gave both of them a hug. As I give Mom one, guess it was for saving my butt with the clothes she begins to humm a melody....then softly sings to just me:

And the seasons they go round and round

And the painted ponies go up and down.

Were captive on the carousel of time,

We can't return we can only look

From where we came

And go round and round and round

In the circle game.

She stops her song and softly says "now go upstairs and rest up....your "dream girl" will be here shortly and ....do not fret." I nod "yes".... when I get up to my room....I look up last word.....why didn't she just say don't worry....

NOTE: Acknowledgment to Joni Mitchel....The Circle Game....teddi

teddi · « **Reply #87 on:** April 14, 2008, 10:42:48 AM »

I try to stay calm...waiting for three P.M. to roll around....carousel of time?? Ha....Ha....some joke....o.k. don't worry...ohh sure....I lived lots a lives, I can't sleep because I have nightmares, my sister believed me before and now thinks I'm a jerk or something....go back in time???....I know I like girls but feel like I might hav'ta be one?? Mom and Dad never believed me before....now they do???? Don't FRET!!??....what the hell do I have to fret about!!???

I got a picture that won't leave me alone and it looks like Christina has even got more to her than what I knew before.....I've got two guys who I've been before????....is that right?....rattling around in my skull....two out of three....and what about Elias? Am I gonna bat a thousand?

I toss the hard cover dictionary aside....and sit at my computer....type in dogpile.com...then....reincartnation....enter...damn it...spelled it wrong....yea ....I mean reincarnation.....hit the first entry....Wikepedia.com....I scan down to the definition...."to be made flesh again."......Hinduism....Buddhism.....Taoism...4th century B.C.....Chung Tzu....."Birth is not a beginning. Death is not an end. There is existence without limitation: there is continuity without a starting point. Existence without limitation is space. Continuity without a starting point is time. There is birth, there is death, there is issuing forth, there is entering in. That through which one passes in and out without seeing its form, that is the Portal of the Devine."

Socrates....Plato...(Phaedo)....Pythagoras??? I scan on....The Bible!!John the Baptist....born again...was prophet Elijah!!?? Quran....more info....William Yates...A Vision....reincarnation...does not take place in linear time....all past lives and....and future....occur all together?!...all happening now (inside) and all decisions good or bad make us what we are now or might become in the future...some guy, name of Edgar Cayce....karma...reincarnation...lessons from past lives supposed to help us achieve "spirituality???...that ....that even animals have souls...but gotta go through a whole lot of lives to get to human status....but won't go back to being animal once they get to human level!!!

I GOTTA STOP! Too much....and too much more to read....too many references...at least I kinda think I'm not all that nuts...least wise not as nuts as I thought I was...

I look at the clock on my nightstand. Damn....fifteen minutes to Whopner!

Note: "Whopner"...Rain Man..movie

teddi · « **Reply #88 on:** April 14, 2008, 05:18:22 PM »

I hit the print tab...all seventeen pages print out. I yellow highlight the main stuff I've had time to scan....figure Christina can read it later. Five minutes to three...the door bell rings...guess the afternoon matinee is gonna start early.

I know Christina is talking to Mom....a...Mrs. Agapp..."wants to talk to you about her daughter Melinda.".....doesn't want her daughter to be appraised like a side of beef! Mom tells her to have a seat, offers her something to drink....she takes a cream soda. Mrs. Agapp starts to talk....but all this time....I read not only Christina's mind but seem to be able to hear Mrs Agapp at the same time....CRAP!! I can even see what she looks like!

She has light brown hair, which is long enough to reach her shoulders and has a soft flip to the back...retro fifties.... her ears have two piercing each...an eighth inch diameter diamond stud sits above a very fine filigreed gold hoop in each. She's wearing a light pink pants suit with a puffy cuffed white blouse...the cuffs are loose and almost long enough to cover each hand...to the knuckles. No wedding band...just some pretty big diamond rings....two on her left hand...one on the right.

Damn it!! Christina is focused on the diamond rings....wonders what they cost...and is only catching some of the rapid fire one way conversation Mom is being bombarded with. "I need to make sure........" "My daughter tells me that your son is......see. You can understand.....see for myself....that's why I'm here........so before......compare.......all that similar....your daughter claims that......"

Christina starts upstairs... I yell to her...."CHRISTINA...STAY WHERE YOU ARE ....DONT MOVE....THAT WAY MRS. AGAPP CAN SEE YOU.!! Christine stops and turns around....she understands! "MRS. AGAPP....YOUR WEARING A PINK PANTS SUIT, YOUR HAIR IS BROWN AND YOU'VE SOME OF THE BIGGEST DIAMOND RINGS MY SISTER HAS SEEN!! IF YOU WANT TO SEE HOW MUCH WE LOOK ALIKE....THAT'S COOL....BUT IF YOU CAN'T TELL US APART....THEN YOU GOT TO BELIEVE WHAT YOU MIGHT HEAR. CHRISTINA!!! COME ON UP! MOM....DON'T COME UP TILL CHRISTINA GETS YOU!

Christina's gaze to Mrs. Agapp shows she's taken aback....puzzled or even astonished. Mom starts to explain about Christine and me....and of how I can hear her thoughts....and now even more so. I hear Christine's footsteps stomping up the stairs...quick as she can go. I know she's not only puzzled about what has just happened but also still upset, or is it still pissed at me, over what I told her before.

Just as she enters my room I yell "STOP!!" "Now YOU don't say a word....there's a lot more that I found out....I apologize....yea....you were talking to me, but ....not really.....really it was Joachem.....your his sister Krystal....or was...ohhh shit!!! Mom's got some wicked pics and a letter....explains why you were so excited...so she says any way.

"As for me....I still haven't a clue of how I'm gonna handle two or three more voices in my head at the same time....shit!!....and listen to you talk to him and him talk back....you gotta read what I printed out about reincardnation....I mean reincarnation....damn it....but that's all gotta wait...look ....if we both go down together....and stay far enough away....so's that she can't tell us apart....cause you got your ears pierced and all that kinda crap....she's gotta believe me about seeing her daughter in my nightmares.

Christina pauses....takes a deep breathe then thinks out loud...."o.k....lets forget about the spat we just had....for now that is....but....even if we went downstairs like your suggesting....hell Chris....we have to look the SAME! You don't have any more jeans up here....so you can't wear pants!...you know....what I'm saying don't you?

I nod "yes."

"Come on....lets go to my room....I think.... I think....it ....might just work....you remember when we played mind games on Mom and Dad...."Pupppet on a String?"

A tentative "yes" passed from me. "But....what....its still gonna be kinda obvious...isn't it? Uh...what,....what are you cooking up in that noggin of yours?"

She giggles loudly....."my dear brother" ....now a broad smile crosses her face....."misdirection is the key...take her by surprise....what she see's ....she won't believe." She turns to me...barely able to contain herself and whispers.... "let's prepare......the "Theatre of the Absurd" is about to begin.

teddi · « **Reply #89 on:** April 14, 2008, 05:19:09 PM »

"Sis" takes me by the hand...leads me to her room...points to the cushioned seat fronting her vanity mirror...."park yourself at the dresser...then, turn around....face me...that's it...now....whatever you do...don't move! Don't want to screw it up."

I query..."Christine....can I at least talk to you?" "Yes, you just did, but I dont think you'll have that much more of an opportunity....and not until I get your lips done...until then...silence." Christine begins to put stuff on my face...I scrunch my nose and shut my eyes real hard....I scowl. She admonishes me..."Nope! Can't have you do that either!"

"Looks like your going to get your first lesson in makeup...a little early." She holds some type of thing with a small mirror on it....she continues..."everything starts with this...the foundation....that's what its called.....I' m holding this....a compact (she points to what she holds) ...it's called "beyond color...nude." This is the first thing you have to put on....before anything else." She puts this stuff all over my face, chin and forehead....I don't have a chance to say nothing!

"Now...for the eyeshadow....this goes above your eyes....to your lids...and for you....I've got "dreamy" (I peek...damn! its pink!)...hold still while I....good...that's one...now...just sec...two. Looks ever so good!" "Just swell," I quip, "yea...just ...can't you just get this over with quick like? I don't want..." Her hand goes to my mouth..."Shut it!"

"O.K., she matter of factly intones, mascara and eyeliner time...I know you can't see what I'm doing....but we can take care of that later...."

"LATER! oh nooo....I think back to my agreement....there's gonna be more...lots more."

"Now the mascara... this is called "longest lashes ever" should increase yours by eighty five percent." She takes this stuff and puts it on every eyelash that I have. I see her use this tiny little brush...an ...an ...I even have to keep my eyes open while she does it!

"Oh wow!...this stuff really works....your gonna flip when you see them! "Don't bet on it," I think to myself. "Now....this is eyeliner"....she holds a pencil of some kind for me to see....whatever!...."this goes in an ever so thin line just under your eyelids....at the bottom of your eyelashes.....gonna make 'em sta-and out!" ( hell...just what I need!)

I hear a sultry "Christopher"...what the hell is she thinking now! She continues..."ohh your gonna look sooo dreamy....now let's get those cute little lips....hmmmm...be back... and don't turn around or else!"

I talk to myself "Or else? Or else what!?? What else could she possibly do? I cringe...gonna look like a real fool...damn....why'd I even go along with this....shit!"

She re-enters her room...shows me what she has...puts it in front of my eyes....I think I'm gonna start crying...."nope," she says, "don't do that...or else you'll have to sit through this this again....now...this is lipstick...I know that even you know what that is. Right?"

I'm getting frustrated and fire back...."Christ Christine....I'm not that stupid!"

"Good...now this is a special kind called...lip lacquer...going to make them shine...sort of like what a guy might put on tires to get them all glossy! And of course, your color is "darling pink. Now...for the lip liner....this helps the lipstick stay on longer...and I can even outline your lips....just the bottom...for now that is."

I sigh in resignation.... the words " for now...later"...and lotsa other glittering generalities and double speaked words are running through me...going to be a long two weeks.

"Don't turn around and look just yet....I have to do the same thing to me....if we're going to look the same....and for gosh sake don't start to cry...you can't go down with raccoon eyes....we'll have to start all over.!

I close my eyes and shudder....what the hell am I gonna look like...I sigh....she giggles....I moan inside...she's on a lark. Several minutes pass...she blurts out "done!" "Now for our hair....nothing fancy....just going to part it down the middle....pull each half to the right and left.......and....and...yes!....hold it in place with some of the pink and lavender scrunchies....I'm doing me first...then you...and I think....yup...bows pink on the right....blue on the left....there I'm done...your turn!

I feel her begin to comb...then brush my hair...she parts it down the middle...she pulls first to the left...and then pulls my hair through the rubber band thingies that are wrapped in the fuzzy stuff. She moves to the right side and does the same. "Great," she states...."yea right" I murmur. She puts the bows in my hair...giggles..."don't be such a grump....your plan...you thought we should look alike...I'm just helping....right?"

"Christina....you don't really want me to answer....do you?"

"Yes....I truly do want you to answer. Did I just lie to you about it being your plan? Don't think so. And am I still mad at you for ...for what you said to me...yes! damn it! I know you've got a lot to handle but I really don't understand why you treated me that way! O.K. so maybe I did mess up and was in kinda doubt about some stuff...but until I find out why you said that crap to me....I better shut up before I start sounding like Mom!"

I turn my head away from her...."Christine...like I said....you....weren't really talking to...to me...you were talking to Joachem....and until you see the pics....you'll doubt that I'm telling you straight up.

"It wasn't you who was telling me all the stuff....about how I'd like 'em and all. I told you...it was Krystal. I'm not the only one who has someone with 'em....your in there too! Mom has a real long letter...you'll see...honest. I even knew your name in it before she told me! You both have the same marks on your shoulders....oh shit.

"I know I really screwed up. Hell, I was holding you to a higher standard than I even held for myself...or Mom and Dad....no...your right....to be angry at me...and...and...I know I told you I'd walk this one alone....but ...oh crap to hell and back!.... I admit it...I can't...you know it... and I'm scared!

teddi · « **Reply #90 on:** April 15, 2008, 11:38:56 PM »

Right now I figure I'm better off not making her any more mad at me than she already is......but she doesn't let it drop...she's egging me on..."So...are you thru making excuses ...."Chrissy?" She didn't have to say THAT to me..."yea - don't believe me...that's fine...but....but....I don't think I was ever that mean to you....Chrissy? Just finish up....I don't want to talk to you, with you, or even hear you right now."

I know she's not gonna stop...so now she talks out loud...."now just one more thing...earrings....got some clip ons....don't move...." I feel the left one slide up the bottom of my ear....then there some pressue and I hear a "click"....(I think to my self....that didn't feel so good....watch what your doing dork head!) ...she does the right one without waiting and muses out loud "I think you look PRETTY....good."

Now ...keep those oh so "BEAUTIFUL" eyes closed....until I tell you to open them. When I do...turn around in the seat....real slow...just a little bit more Chrissy!....STOP!....O.K.....open those "dreamy" eyes and take a peek. Well? Are we twins or what? Now no one.... can tell us apart...not even Mom or Dad!

To myself I whisper...."K....here goes." I stare dumbfounded at the image that reflects back at me....or ...or is it ....her? I quietly utter to my self "Holy shit batgirl!....What have you done to me?" I shake my head from side to side....and look at myself in disbelief....then I quickly scope my bitchy sister....then back to me....ohhh damn....triple damn with lots of crap on top....fuc-k!!! Unfriggin believable!

Christine is all smiles....me...I'm just wide eyed astonished. Is that really my face? Course it is you dumb schmuck!! I... I...don't even want to think it.... but... have to admit it...Christine looks like she's supposed to...cute...pretty.... and ...so utterly feminine.....and...and ....me?....the...the...same?

Christine jumps into my head..."I know your pretty....now you now it too! Not many boys, who'd have to be girls look as good as you do. Don't admire yourself too long...got to get dressed....you ready? I numbly nod I am. I steal furtive glances of myself....she chuckles as I do.

She begins to lay out what we'll both wear...on her bed she places.... a pair of black fishnet stockings and a pair of pink ones (inside I cry....OHH no!)....a black garter belt is paired with a pink one (guess which one I'm gonna get!) a couple of sling shots (sorry... bras) black and pink...two pairs of shorts....(damn .....they're really short!)....one pair is pink, from the center around to the back, the other half is purple and has a butterfly just above the right leg opening...the second pair is identical (except for the butterfly....this ones above the left leg opening.

In her best....I'm in charge voice...she continues...."strip off the shirt and pants....put on the pink garter (knew it) then put on the pink nets....I slowly reach for the stockings....but she reaches them before I do..."watch me!" she orders...then rolls one of them up to the where the toes should be......."put your toes in then roll it up your leg"....she tosses me the other..."here...you do this one." I comply....but I know I look ludicrous....garter belt over pull ups. "Once you get them on...pull the garters to the stockings and fasten them."

She hands me the shorts with the butterfly of the right leg. "Put them on."

She looks directly at me and smiles wickedly..."I'll help you with your first bra...come on slow poke...lift your arms and hold them out in front of you." I listen to her and dazedly comply....oh jeez....the queen is taking me into the collective...is this worse than being a Borg?!

She goes on..."blouse...no...plain white...yes!! got two of them...never been worn! She digs down into her dresser...."gotcha's." She undoes one of the shirts...presents to me...its, its really flimsey....damn it...its see thru....it has a puffy collar with pink border stiching. "Put it on." I notice how cool it feels as I pull my arms through the sleeve openings...I start to button it...the buttons are on the opposite side....she nods and grins at me..."yes...they're opposite of what your used to."

She silently chortles..."that's for stage two...now ...stage one." I think...what in the hell is she going on about now? Stage one? Stage two? are we launching rockets or what?!!

"I present you with stage one"...she hold out two identical dresses...says "they're simple blush pink party dresses. Pink top with a dainty collar fringed in white lace...and the sleeves are only four inches off the shoulder...notice the white lace on top of pink satin border?" She goes on pointing to the bottom of the dress..."this is called the hem...the white net on the bottom is called organza...it's quite stiff...but the border is a very soft white satin...Its about four inches wide and topped with a one inch wide ribbon of white lace. The satin is like what you hold on to on your blanket when you suc-k your thumb at night!"

"Above the white satin are two more rings....one yellow and the other light green...both and inch wide." She calmly adds, "Oh...I almost forgot...since the bottom of the dress is white, and see thru...you"ll need a slip to cover up your pretty pink garter belt and short-shorts. Because if you haven't noticed the shorts only come up to the crotch...every thing else is exposed."

She has me step into the white slip...then unzips the rear of the dress and presents it to me with the order to "step into it....I'll zip you up! Perfect!" Now, just one more thing....shoes...or in our case...sandals...white with little hearts across the the top and a nice pink rhinestone in the middle of each....lucky for you I have two pairs." I mumble.."yea...real lucky"

She just smiles back at me...I know what she's thinking...she really...really likes the way I look! Paybacks a bitch! I just lower my head to my chest and sit down on the edge of her bed.

She excuses herself, says she "has to get something from Mom and Dads room. She returns with a pair of pull ups. Holds a finger to her lips and shakes her head..."no...not for you...for me....can't look the same if we don't have the same cute looking tushie that pooches out softly and rounds your bottom sooo nicely!"

It doesn't take her that long to get dressed. Smiles as she looks at me... "cute" ...is her silent one word observation....then quickly goes to her boom box...loads a casette into it and calls out for Mom......"MOM WE'RE READY....COME UP PLEASE!"